Charlotte thought of herself as an ordinary housewife when she moved with her husband, Paul, to a rural village. They both were brought up in Chicago and were tired of the hustle and bustle of city life. Their new life was at a modest dairy farm of forty acres with a small herd of twenty cows. To help them on the farm and to learn about farming, they hired Owen, a twenty-six-year-old neighbor who was an experienced farm hand. He did most of the chores related to breeding, feeding, and milking cows.
Charlotte was approaching middle age looking like a woman in her twenties. She was tall and slim with sensuous lips and short blonde hair. Although she and Paul talked about having kids, they decided to put it off until later. Later, became an issue because time was running out for Charlotte. Paul and Charlotte enjoyed a good but not extravagant sex life. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy sex, but sex wasn’t a high priority, that is until she was in her mid-thirties. Charlotte suddenly found herself horny all the time. On the other hand, Paul’s sex drive, who soon would turn fifty, was dwindling so they were headed in opposite directions.
She could live without getting pregnant and having children. It’s just that she no longer could continue having sex only twice a month. And it seemed that her husband was more enamored with his new tractor than his wife. Whenever there was a chance, he was out in the fields mowing or doing what tractors do. Charlotte spent her time reading romance novels and tending a small garden. It wasn’t long before boredom set in.
Charlotte’s strong desire for sex had a solution. She decided that their field hand, Owen, might be interested in tending to more than their herd of cows.
On a late Thursday afternoon, Charlotte thought that a little flirting with Owen would be a good start while he was doing the second milking. She saw that he was in the back of the milk house and didn’t see her when she walked in. Charlotte petted a few cows as she walked toward Owen greeting him with, “How’s the milking going today?”
He didn’t seem to hear her over the mooing of the cows and a human growl she recognized as something human. When Owen was in sight, she slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from yelling, “Oh my God!” What Charlotte saw was a shock. Owen wasn’t just milking cows. He was milking himself. He was masturbating with the milking machine on his imposing rigid cock.
She quickly turned and ran out of the barn hoping he hadn’t seen her. In Charlotte’s mind, what she saw was both good news and bad news. The bad news was he might be gay, but if not, seeing Owen milking himself wasn’t so bad knowing Owen needed to get off as much as she did. This gave her an erotic idea. She would ask Owen to show her how he attached the milking cups to the cow’s udder, then she would sneak in the barn at night and do it on her own tits.
Charlotte didn’t wait long to put her plan into action. On the next day, she watched as Owen milked the cows making sure to see how it was done.
“Hello, Charlotte,” he said. “I didn’t know you were interested in milking. Are you here to help me with a few of ‘em?”
“Sure,” she answered enthusiastically. Owen helped her attach the milking cups to three cows, finding it amazingly simple. Her plan was working perfectly.
In bed that night, Charlotte couldn’t think of anything else but seeing Owen’s hard cock being sucked by the teat tube. She tried to interest her husband for a quickie but as usual, he wasn’t interested. She had to have it and she had to have it soon.
Normally when Charlotte was tending her garden or doing chores, she wore a denim top, jeans, and boots. Sometimes she wore bib overalls over her bra and panties. On the day after seeing Owen pleasure himself, she left off her bra and panties with her large boobs peeking out the sides of the overalls. Owen was in the barn for the morning milking when she joined him. Being full-breasted, Charlotte was sure to get his attention.
Owen was close to finishing when he asked, “Here to help with the milking?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“I’m almost done. You can help this afternoon.”
“I’d like that. Hey, Owen, do you mind if I ask you about the cows?”
“Sure. Go ahead.”
“How do you get them to produce milk?”
“They get pregnant and have a calf then they make milk.”
“How do you get them pregnant?”
“The old-fashioned way was to have a bull take care of business when she is in estrus but now it is done by artificial insemination.”
“What is estrus?”
“Heat or receptive to a bull. It still needs the bull but that is taken care of by the vet.”
“How does the vet do that?”
“The vet uses a teaser cow. The bull mounts the fake cow and fucks it. The semen is collected and sold.”
“Does it hurt when we hook the milking machines to their teats?”
“They don’t seem to complain as you might have noticed.”
“Yeah, they seem okay with it. Could I try ‘em?”
“Huh? You mean put the teat cups on you?”
“Yeah, I want to see how they feel.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure,” and she unhooked her shoulder straps and let the bib overalls fall to the floor. She stood there naked waiting for Owen to hook her up to the milking machine.
“My God, Charlotte, you have a gorgeous body! This will work better if you bend over the milking stool to let your breasts hang down like an udder.
She did as he asked leaving her ass in the air while Owen attached the teat cups and started the machine.
At first, she didn’t feel much more than a pulsing vibration.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Fine. Can you turn it up like when you use it on your dick?”
“You saw me?” he said as calmly as though she had caught him combing his hair. Then he turned up the machine.
Her tits felt new and strong impulses followed by a powerful sensation above her thighs. There was no denying she was getting wet inside and wanted him. Without even a second of embarrassment, she said, “Isn’t there a better place than a milker to put that thick cock of yours?”
He didn’t say a word but pulled down his jeans and drove his hard dick into her wet, hot pussy. His cock was large, warm, and filling, nothing like her husband’s.
So, while her tits were being milked, he was milking himself in her cunt. He started slowly then increased his speed until he was pounding into her harder and harder, faster and faster. He lasted for what seemed only a short time but long enough for Charlotte to cum just before Owen began groaning then grunting then ejaculating with a long shout, “Ahhh, ahh, ahhhhh!”
She didn’t have second thoughts when his cum streamed deep inside her. In fact, it felt soooo good Charlotte knew she was doing the right thing. She couldn’t wait for it to happen again.
“That was wonderful, Owen!” Charlotte told him. “I must be having my own estrus.”
“Well, I’ll give you that. You were as wet as a juicy grapefruit.”
“I loved that we did it the old-fashioned way, Owen.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know, where the bull inseminates the female naturally.”
“I liked it too, but I should have worn a condom.”
“You can do that the next time if you’d like, but I take pills for that.”
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The next time came early and often. Once he gave her what he called jewelry. It included nipple and clit clamps and a cowbell collar. The collar was a choker necklace that she was to wear whenever Charlotte’s husband was away, and she wanted his attention. Paul was often at Sully’s Tavern drinking with his buddies who spent most of their time griping about the government, the cost of feed, and low milk prices. So, Charlotte had plenty of opportunities to hook up with Owen.
Next came the handcuffs that were attached to her ankles and wrists and hooked to stanchions in the milking house. It kept her arms immobile and her legs apart. Owen said she was his slave and needed to be ready anytime he wanted to use her.
Charlette had read a book with domination and master-slave sex relationships. The whole idea turned her on. She began to feel like Anastasia Steele in Fifty Shades of Grey and was happy to comply with Owen’s every wish.
Sometimes he just wanted her to suck cock telling her she needed to learn to enjoy the taste of cum. If she didn’t swallow his entire load and let a few drops drip from her lips, she got a jolt from the cattle prod. Charlotte quickly learned to lick her lips and swallow every bead of his creamy spunk.
One time he asked her to put on a show for him with her dildo. “I don’t own a dildo, Owen,” she told him.
“Okay, try this,” he said, handing her a corn cob. She thought it was kinky and objected. Owen reminded her that as his slave, she was to obey. She finally agreed to do it if he gave her head first. He was masterful at eating pussy and sucking clit. Charlotte took a few minutes rubbing her clit with the corncob and found it surprisingly pleasurable. She was dripping wet when squeezing the cob in a few inches. He pushed it in further until most of it was getting steamed inside her hot vagina. After pumping herself with the vegetable, he turned her over and tried to put his cock in her ass. It didn’t go well. She told him to stop. Charlotte said she was an anal virgin and needed time to get used to the idea. Her idea was to spend time in the bathroom experimenting with the handle of her hairbrush.
Occasionally, Owen locked her head between bars like a cow. She was bent over as if she was held in a pillory. He kept telling her she was a bad girl and needed to be punished. The idea of being fucked as punishment made her feel like she was sixteen again when her uncle told her she was a bad girl after taking her virginity. The truth was that she never felt like a bad girl after having sex with her uncle. Bondage didn’t make her feel bad either but made her feel sexy.
After several weeks, Owen confided in her. “Look, Charlotte, we’re having fun, but it’s time to get you out of the barn before you start feeling like part of the herd.”
“Are you calling me a cow?” Charlotte said angrily.
“Of course not. I just think we should try something different.”
“What are you suggesting, Owen? I mean I’ve been clamped, restrained, shocked, and fucked silly.”
“You didn’t like what we’ve been doing?”
“Yes, it’s been great, even being your slave. I like trying new things. Now, what do you want to do?”
“Have a threesome.”
Astonished, Charlotte said, “Really? I never thought about that. Do you mean with my husband?”
“No, from what you told me your husband wouldn’t be a good partner. I’m thinking with my older brother, Tom.” He’s about your age but awkward around women. He could use a confidence boost.”
“Where?”
“At my place next Thursday after the morning milking.”
So, Charlotte was curious, even excited to join Owen and his brother for a threesome. Tom was a gentle soul, shy and polite. He always asked permission before engaging her with his short but fat cock. Charlotte welcomed his attention and felt comfortable with him plugged inside her. Before the day was over, she had her first anal when Owen penetrated her butt hole, then they DP’d her. She loved the variety and began to wonder if she had become a nympho.
The next week there were three guys, Owen, Tom and Hank who took turns satisfying Charlette’s desires by supplying her with three generous creampies. For an unexplained reason, her husband, Paul, wanted to have sex when she got home that day, and he couldn’t understand why she was so squishy wet.
In the barn the following morning, Charlotte told Owen she needed some time alone to reconnect at home. The pause in her desires didn’t last long. Only days later, she was ready to get laid, arranging with Owen to make another visit to his place. The group changed again. Tom had brought his girlfriend, Nettie Byford, a recent college dropout. She had been spending more time in her boyfriends’ bed than in the classroom.
The two women got on well together and enjoyed showing the men how ladies can pleasure each other. Charlotte was on top with Nettie underneath doing a sixty-nine. Their clits were swollen, and their cunts wet and available waiting to include the men. Hank, who had the biggest cock of the three men, straddled above Nettie’s face and helped himself into Charlotte’s waiting cunt. Having her clit sucked by Nettie while her pussy was being drilled by Hank was the best of both worlds.
Owen wasn’t left out. When the girls switched with Nettie on top and her ass sticking out, she gave a yelp when she felt Owen pressing into her butt hole. Meanwhile, Tom was busy fucking Charlotte’s mouth. This wasn’t a threesome or even a foursome, but what could be called a pentamerous arrangement. It took some agility, but the grunting and moaning made it clear it was pleasurable. After their active frenzied session, everyone was exhausted but satisfied, especially Charlotte who loved being used by cocks in different places and the feeling of their warm sticky fluids flowing inside her. It was something that made her feel wanted and valued.
